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It may be arguable yet unsurprising to state that this is undoubtedly Pino Daniele's most unpolished work, after all, it is his first album, written and performed at only 22 years old. However, let's understand one thing clearly: such a statement makes sense only if we slightly lay our ears on the score. If instead, we wisely try to step clumsily into the substance -more than the essence- of the aforementioned LP, our perception changes, is overturned.
The work is permeated with melancholic poetry, with lyrics recalling detached dreams.
The first Italian punk record, because innovation is the preservation and development of tradition, building it from already solid foundations. Pino was never a conservative, he never inherited anything; tradition is not inherited. He never anchored himself to memory (which in itself is static, instead malleable in its discovering-becoming), to mere memory, to that inability to detach from the cliffs of natal origins; he jumps in, he is in that moment... suspended in the air before landing in the infinite liberating water. It is precisely in this way that "Terra Mia" closes.
"Stà durmenno senza tiempo
'Nu ricordo ca nun penzo cchiù
Ma che succede io sto' chiagnenno
Penzanno a 'o tiempo ca se ne va
E cammine 'mmiezo 'a via
Parlanno 'e libertà."
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